Chapter 5: Lunch

AN/: So, I hope all the POV's aren't too confusing. My main two characters are supposed to be Bella/Izzy and Jasper, but I wanted to kind of get into the group's heads and decide what they were gonna be like, and to sort of introduce them without just having Izzy or Jasper randomly start thinking about all the semi-main characters or something like that. I'm gonna start dwindling on the others' POV's until I'm basically just writing in Izzy's POV with Jasper thrown in there, and possibly a dash of the others to taste. Sounds like my kind of story-recipe. But if it's hard to follow or anything, you can just tell me and I'll try to dwindle faster!

And now, on we go!

Izzy POV

Lunch! Finally! Everything after the whole Ms. Higglebom thing was just insanely boring. Snore. Wow. I really am dramatic when I'm cranky, bored, and not to mention irritable and hungry. That sounds like a potential live bomb just waiting to explode. Well, at least I have food. Now where's a nice, empty table I can take over? Of course, while inner monologue-ing, if that's even a word, I already knew that there weren't any empty tables and that the next best thing was a table that seemed to consist of the blond queen from earlier, the muscle-y guy from the parking lot who was staring at her, and the kid with the weird hair accompanied by the petite girl. And looky there. My new challenge. Or, Jasper, as I had found out. He was sitting by the weird headed kid looking bored and eating. He was very aware of the entire room, but still managed to look like he was completely relaxed. He definitely had my respect. So I did what any sane person would do in my shoes. I walked over there and sat by him. After all, he had the perfect spot. You could watch the entrances and yet escape routes were easily accessible. And since the wall was about five feet behind you, nobody could attack from behind. Smart guy. Definitely smart.

Funny how they all ended up sitting together.

"Hey." Half-smile from Jasper, confused silence and exchanged looks from the others. I recognized them, but they obviously had no idea who I was, even though I had the buff guy in my second period class and both the girls in my third period. Then again, those teachers didn't really make a big deal out of new students, so they probably didn't really notice me. I was pretty good at blending in when I wanted to. And if any of the students tried to start a whisper-fest about me, a nice I-dare-you-to stare did the trick nicely. Rosalie, who had been looking in the other direction turned around, and noticed me. First a hint of recognition, a brief expression of shock and a little panic, and finally one of contempt and cool disgust.

"What's she doing here?"

"I'm eating lunch. You know, that meal in between breakfast and dinner?"

"Yeah, but I meant why are you eating lunch here."

"Oh, I'm sorry, is this table reserved? No? Well is it illegal for me to eat here? I don't think so." And with this I turn away, effectively dismissing her. She looked a little offended, then humphed and turned away.

"Okay, so I know Blondie the Drama Queen over there from this morning, but other than Jasper here, I don't know any of your names. Care to share?"

"Um, yeah," Seems like the muscle guy is gonna introduce everybody. It's a good thing too. I can't keep referring to them in my mind like this. It's too unnecessary. "Well, I'm Emmett McCarty and 'Blondie the Drama Queen', as you call her," Small snicker from him. At least we know he has a sense of humor. Huff from her. Expected. "She's Rosalie, this kid on my right here, Edward, and the girl across from him is Alice. You know our names now, so what about you? Care to share?" I might just start to like this guy.

"Izzy. Except to you. Then that's Ms. Izzy. Just for using my words. Capische?"

"Yes, Ma'm" Smart ass.

At this point Jasper was just chuckling quietly next to me, Edward and Alice were continuing their conversation, Emmett was full on grinning, and Rosalie was just glaring at the chair across from her. What did the chair ever do to her? Chair abuse. Edward and Alice's conversation seemed interesting, so I listened in while eating my food. It seemed like Edward was telling Alice that he could usually tell pretty much what people were thinking, and the teacher did not hate her, but liked her instead, and was just being tough on her from the start to help her.

"Oh yeah, well then tell me what Emmett is thinking right now."Challenged the midge-I mean, Alice.

"Emmet's thinking about Rose. He likes her and thinks that she's really nice when she's not pretending to be mean." I guess it was lucky Rosalie couldn't hear. That would definitely embarrass her.

Alice looked for herself. Then changed her target."Okay then, Jasper." I saw Jasper's attention towards them increase just a little.

"Actually Jasper is the only person I've met that I can't really read. Pick again" Replies Edwardo. That's actually kind of interesting.

"How about Rosalie?"

"She's trying not to look bothered, but she's thinking about Emmett, too. She thinks he's cute and funny."

"Izzy, then." I mentally smirked. Nobody has ever really been able to read me. Except for…Jake, sort of. And my dad. And even they couldn't entirely tell what I was thinking. Great, now I was all depressed. Jasper looked at me with…worry? What was that about? Hm.

"I-I can't tell. Even less than Jasper, but then again, I know him better so it could be just that…I can guess what he's thinking, at times, but usually I can't get a read on him. Izzy, I just…can't even guess. Above that of the level you probably can." Heh heh. He seemed bothered.

"Well, that's good. I usually say what I'm thinking anyways, so if I want to share, trust me, I will. Whether you like or not. It's good to know I have some privacy." Oh, wait, they didn't think I was listening. Oopsie. Oh look who's coming. A fake blond who looks really dumb is headed our way with her entourage. I at least respected Rosalie for persevering in her hatred of me, but she, from first glance, is self-centered and thinks she rules the school with her heart of silicon. Fake. Definitely fake. Edward seemed extremely annoyed as soon as he saw the baby-faced boy with blond spikes for hair, and I'm tellin' you, I can't blame him. I got annoyed at just the sight of them. And I didn't even know them. It looks like Edward doesn't have the luxury.

"I'm, like, Lauren, and this is, like, Jessica, and, like, Mike Newton. Since you're like, new, I just wanted to like, warn you, if you like, cross us, we will, like, make you life here like, hell. This is, like, our school." Wow. Worse than I thought. Apparently she just noticed Jasper, Edward, and Emmett, because she leaned forward onto the table so that we all got a nasty shot of her fake boobs, batted her eyes in their direction, and stuck out her fake lips. I think she was trying to look sexy, but really, she just looked kind of like a constipated fish. With way too much makeup on. Not to mention really fake blond hair. Emmett made gagging motions as soon as she looked away, and Edward looked nauseated. Jasper looked like he was trying not to throw up in his mouth. If I wasn't so pissed at her, I would've laughed out loud at their expressions. Jasper's and Emmett's in particular. I mean, have you ever seen a body-builder looking giant of a guy and a cool, dangerous kind of guy look like that? It was hilarious.

"Well, Lauren, I don't think so. Why don't you just walk away before I punch that plastic nose of yours into your face?" I think my respect for Rosalie just shot up.

"And why don't you take your…what would you call those two, Rosalie? Definitely not people…" I was pretty sure she'd play along, if only to get rid of them.

"Hmmm, you're right, Izzy. Idiots?" Seems like I was right. After just a brief moment of shock and hesitation, she put a sneer on and went along.

"Nah, that would be an insult to idiots everywhere. Why don't you just take…those two…and crawl back into the hole you came from? By the way, I'm pretty sure you can't put us through hell. You see, I work there on weekends, and not the lame part with the CEO's and tax accountants, but the cool place with the murderers and thieves, and people like that. And I've definitely never heard of you. So why don't you just skedaddle?" I think Rosalie just looked at me with…was that grudging respect? Seems like I shot up some in her book, too.

Lauren and her cronies just made noises of indignation, spun on their heels and marched off. It would've been a fairly nice dramatic exit if her high heel hadn't broken off and she hadn't fallen flat on her face. At that, I couldn't hold it in anymore, and burst out laughing. I will admit I'm a little easily amused. She just stayed there and threw a tantrum, screaming, and floor-pounding complete. Luckily for her, the bell rang for the end of lunch, so her public embarrassment was cut short, although at this point, I'm pretty sure everyone had already seen her little fit. She was definitely not a threat.

I felt somebody watching me, and turned to see Jasper staring. He had an unreadable look on his face and didn't seem to be embarrassed in the least to be caught watching someone. Most people would be. I tried to figure out what he was thinking, but he was...confusing. I could see what Eddie-boy meant.

"Hey, Izzy." I reluctantly looked away to see Rosalie, looking casual but also a little uncomfortable. "Good, um, job. I guess."

"Yeah, nice work." She quickly looked away. Okay, so maybe she wasn't pure ice.

AN/: This chapter is more of a lighter filler-thingy, although we did learn who Eddie boy can't read. Interesting, no? Although I guess it's kind of expected…still…..yeah.